#004: “ocelot”

I’ve got 9:28 before this Internet terminal kicks me off so let’s make this quick.

First week of work, huh, Natski? It’s about time you came back here and started dating albinos and pressin’ words. We was lookin’ all over creation for — all right. So in the past week I’ve learned more than I would ever need to know about seafood farming, tubas, local grants given for achievement in the visual arts, and the political climate of small outlying counties. I got just close enough to taste A1 before my story – the one about the tuba festival, which could be possibly the most left-field choice imaginable for the front page of a regional newspaper – was shunted backward in the pagination to make room for some breaking news. Them’s the breaks. Hurr. But heck, if I can taste A1 that early on in my run at this paper, that bodes well for my goalsheet for the summer, don’t it? (Please refrain from sizing this up against Moncton Colleague, who hasn’t written anything that hasn’t yet run on A1 or A2. You’re dead at recess, guy. By the bike locks.)

You might also be surprised to hear that Awkward McGillicuddy over here seems to be Making Things Happen in her adopted hometown. Went out with colleagues of various stripes over the weekend. Natalie Next Door and I are already pitching around the idea of moving off of this smelly campus. (Note: campus may not actually be smelly.) I’ve also been harassing the kids at the radio station on this campus to give me an hour of Saturday airtime, which looks like it’s going to result in another extension of the Dating An Albino media empire. Stay tuned for that. I’m cleaning off my World! Exclusive! Joel Plaskett bootlegs and writing entire mental dissertations on the greatness of Saves The Day’s In Reverie. Dissertations I’m sure nobody else will agree with, but that’s the beauty of being the one with the broadcasting doodads.

I threw down $24.99 for a copy of I’m Not There today. Full price on the day it came out. Observers: that’s the litmus test for “this movie, she’s-a good”.

EDIT: Holy snot, the spam filter on this site is killer! I was just protected from 11 separate comment-bombs full of incomprehensible webbernet-blather!

the sounds of the atlantic northeast: “Good evening, Saint John, thus concludes another broadcasting day at CHFM…”